6 popular bands you didn’t know were named after Literature

Here are six bands/artists who reference well-known writers and literature in their names.


As I mentioned on my About page, a lot of what I will be writing will be some sort of thoughts and contemplation about music, books, or films. That being said, this post is simply for a bit of fun. In this attempt to merge my love for writing and books, and my love for music, here is a list of a few musicians or bands that have named themselves after great works of Literature. Some of these you may know, but maybe not. With that, here are six bands who give a significant shout out to their favorite books or writers:



Moby: This artist is a man of many talents. Although most know him as a musician and DJ– he also utilizes his creativity through writing, photography and advocating for animal rights. Moby would likely be most referenced in appearance by his casual dress, bald head, beard and black, thick-framed hipster glasses. As far as his music goes, the musician made his debut in 1992 with his self-titled album and has since released numerous well-known pop. ambient, electronic dance songs. The most familiar of which are arguably from his album Play. The album features hit singles such as “Porcelain” and “Natural Blues”.  Moby also recently partnered with Steve Cutts in making a video for “Are You Lost In The World Like Me” which exhibits a profound message and artistic genius.

You may have already been aware that the artist’s name “Moby” is not the name he was given from birth. He was born “Richard Melville Hall” named for his famous ancestor, Herman Melville. He was given the nickname “Moby” as a reference to the classic novel “Moby Dick” which was written by his great-great-great-grand uncle, for whom he was named.


Sixpence None The Richer: This alternative Christian rock band is probably best known for their hit single “Kiss Me”–a tribute to french filmmaker Francois Truffault’s romantic movie “Jules and Jim” and later went on to be appropriately featured in several film avenues as well. The song was popularized from the film She’s All That but was also featured on Dawson’s Creek, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, as well as the ending of the live BBC broadcast of Prince Edward’s Royal Wedding. Many pop music listeners also recognize the stylistic vocals of the band’s female lead singer Leigh Nash in the remakes of “There She Goes” performed originally by The La’s, along with “Don’t Dream It’s Over” originally performed by Crowded House. Both of Sixpence None the Richer’s versions made their radio debut in in late 90’s and early 2000’s.

According to interview on The Late Show with David Letterman, the band got it’s name from a story in C.S. Lewis’ book Mere Christianity. When the TV show host asked if it was a literary reference to Dickens, Nash shared the story from the book. In the story, a little boy asks his father for a sixpence to buy a him a gift. Because he gave his father the gift that he bought with his father’s money, the father was no richer because of it. Nash explained to the host and the audience:

C.S. Lewis was comparing that to his belief that God has given him and us the gifts that we possess and that to serve him the way that we should, we should do it humbly – with a humble heart – realizing how we got the gifts in the first place.”


Modest Mouse– This American rock band, originating from Seattle, Washington is perhaps best known for their hit single “Float On” debuting in 2009 on the album Good News for People Who Love Bad News. single that pop music listeners might be familiar with is “Dashboard” from the album We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank. The catchy and somewhat vague band name actually comes from a passage in a short story written by Virginia Woolf. The story entitled “Mark on the Wall” was written by the modernist and her husband in 1917. The passage that the band snagged it’s name reads:

“I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought, a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself, for those are the pleasantest thoughts, and very frequent even in the minds of modest mouse-coloured people, who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises.”

The novelist became well-known for her stream of consciousness writing and novels. The most famous perhaps are Mrs. Dalloway, To The Lighthouse and A Room of One’s Own. Chances are, if you have studied a British Lit course in college, you have read one or more of these books. I for one, can certainly appreciate the bands acknowledgement to her work.


My Chemical Romance– This New Jersey rock band was a favorite of mine back in my high school emo days. The band debuted in 2001, right as I was experiencing the peak of my own teen angst, which made their music very relatable. If you were anything like me, you fell in love with the sensitive, damaged,eye-linered, bad-boy look of Gerard Way as he sang to the world, letting us all know, “I’m Not Okay”. The song for me served as a gateway, only to later explore every beautiful melody of the album Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, and then branch out into other albums. In 2006 the band released their concept album, The Black Parade, with yet another hit song of a similar name: “Welcome To The Black Parade“. Their music is still a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. You better believe that if one of their songs comes on the radio, I will know every word by heart.

The band, in fact, got it’s name from a novel by Irvine Welsh. The youngest Way brother and the band’s bass guitarist was working at a Barnes and Noble and was apparently struck by the title: Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance. They decided to simultaneously shorten the name and make it more personal by dropping the “Three Tales of” and adding “My” instead. If you know anything at all about the band’s music, it’s quite clever and fitting if I do say so!


As I lay Dying– Unless you’re into the Metalcore scene, you may not be familiar with this band. However, anyone familiar with William Faulkner’s 1930’s novel, will know right away where the band name originated. The novel As I Lay Dying, is a complex modernist tale of a family’s quest to bury their mother, told in the perspective of fifteen different narrators, in stream of conscious form.

Regardless of your familiarity with the band, you may have seen the headlines in Summer of 2013 when band member and vocalist, Tim Lambesis, was arrested for hiring a hitman to murder his wife. This news came as unthinkable to many fans, especially in light of the fact that the band has stated on numerous occasions that, while they are not signed to a Christian label, each of the band members are practicing Christians. The charges and trial process, sentencing Lambesis to six years in prison, unfortunately brought their music as a band to an end when remaining band members decided to move on with a new band, Wovenwar.  


The Devil Wears Prada– As yet another Christian, Metalcore band, this band seems have their faith a bit more reflected in their lyrics and themes. This band, like As I Lay Dying, did not sign to a Christian label, but all band members report they are practicing Christians. The band of course has much less of a dark history as the one previously mentioned. Of course there are other similarities. This band’s name derived from a novel written by Lauren Weisberger, by the same name. The chic-lit novel, The Devil Wears Prada, is about a young aspiring writer who works as an assistant to the editor of a fashion magazine. Her boss proves to be a cold, beast of a woman, drawing connections to the book’s title. Although the novel spent six months on the New York Times best selling list, most are probably more familiar with the film released in 2006. The parallels between the characters of the novel, its title, as well as the band’s name, serve with numerous implications of greed, temptation and other evils.



Well, that’s it folks! Do you have any other bands that you know of that are named after books, or writers, or some other artistic reference? I’d love to hear about them! Comment below or email me!

Contemplating The Meaning of Advent: Waiting on Hope

The dream and promise of God given to the Holy Virgin must have been hard for her, and all of Israel, to trust that God meant what He said. How much more so, to patiently wait upon the Lord to see the fruit of that promise?

With Christmas upon us, naturally I have been thinking a lot about the Christ child, the promised Messiah and Savior of the world.

Contrary to popular belief, or American Commercialism, this is the entire reason for the season. As I have been meditating on how a tiny babe could change this world forever, I was struck with the fact that the Israelite nation had been waiting hundreds, if not thousands of years for their promised Savior to finally arrive on the scene.

The nation of Israel had waited four hundred years between the Old Testament prophets and when John the Baptist graced the world with his presence, right before Jesus made his debut! Not to mention the hundreds of years prior where there had been prophecy after prophecy that there would be a coming Messiah.

The very reality of Mary has always been dear to my heart. A young girl estimated to be about fourteen, finding favor with God and being chosen to carry the promise. Crazy to think about her faith and courage, her ability to trust God in the midst of such a calling! Knowing full well it would mean a lifetime of being rejected and misunderstood, that her child would forever be called a bastard and she a whore, she still accepted that call.

Even thinking about a natural pregnancy and how parents wait in hopeful expectation for their child- the fruit of their love for each other… Christ was the very embodiment of God’s love for us, divinity in flesh. This story is so much bigger than any of us could ever fully begin to comprehend!


 I think the traditional carol, “O Come, O Come Emmanuel” sums it up well, as it walks through various aspects of what the Bible speaks of from 40 years in the wilderness, revealing His glory on Mount Sinai. He spelled out the law for His people to point the way to the Savior to remind us of our need for the Christ. Then, again with David, the promise of his decedent that would never leave the throne. Prophecy after prophecy told of a man who would come to save us, a child born to die, as redeemer and recompense for our failings.

As the words ring out in their hauntingly beautiful melody:

O Come O Come Emmanuel

And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o’er the grave

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee O Israel

So what does this say about our God? It speaks volumes about his faithfulness and His perfect timing. This profound truth of advent reveals that God has had a plan all along, from the very beginning.

Mary didn’t just wait for her baby, Israel was awaiting their Messiah and the world awaited their Savior. God always fulfills His promises in His timing, in spite of the fact that we are constantly trying to make these promises happen in our own ways, how and when we think they should happen.

As I ponder the message of Christmas once again this year, I not only ponder what the birth of Christ meant then, but more importantly what does mean to us now? These promises that God set in motion from the foundations of the earth are still in effect today. Jesus is still the Savior and Lord over two thousand years after He walked the earth in human form.

This year as I reflect on the promises of God, I am deeply encouraged by the hope that the Advent of Christ brings. Not only that the promised salvation for the world came in the form of a humble and vulnerable baby, but that it meant salvation for me. I am continuing to believe that it will mean Salvation for my family and other loved ones as well.

Thinking of the hundreds of other promises God has given me, no matter how great or small, the fact that God showed up, and fulfilled every prophecy about the coming Messiah, gives me reason enough to trust in his faithfulness in my life as well.

Lately I have been reminded of these promises. I think I am realizing more than ever how scary it is to dream, it’s scary to place our futures in someone else’s hands. On top of all that–patience is hard! Waiting can hurt. But it is all part of a process.  Growth takes time, and yes it can be painful. We learn so much during that time.

I think part of the reason Christ entered this world as an infant and allowed Mary to carry Him in her womb was to give us a picture of that waiting period, not to mention the painful birthing process, labor pains and all. The dream and promise of God given to the Holy Virgin must have been hard for her, and all of Israel, to trust that God meant what He said. How much more so, to patiently wait upon the Lord to see the fruit of that promise?

But as Mary soon learned through the process of carrying this child, God will move when He is ready, when He knows that moment is perfect! He arrived when the world was finally at peace, after hundreds of years of war and exile, although Israel was still under oppression, there was not a single war on the earth at that time! Often times what God is doing in the spirit, will be made manifest in the natural. So in the moment of the birth of Jesus, born as a helpless babe, everything that Christ was, and is, and would become in His ministry on the Earth was revealed.

God was faithful to fulfill his promise. Not only the promise made to Mary as individual, but the promises made to His people. And God will keep His promises to us, even if it takes four hundred years. I know the Lord will do what He said He will do.

As it says in 2 Peter 3:8-9

“Do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years are like a day. The Lord is not slow about His promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance.”

Yes waiting is hard, it is often times painful, but it is then we know that our dreams and the promise that God has given us matter. It wouldn’t hurt if we didn’t care, and often times the pain shows us that we are alive, that we are real and that we can feel. If a promise is important to us we will not give up that easily, we will cling to that hope until the end.

God has never once failed us, nor has He ever once given up on us, in spite of the thousands of times we might have deserved it. He is faithful. So even now, as we celebrate this birth of the Messiah, we continue to wait, in hopeful expectation, for the birth of each promise that has ever been conceived in our hearts. For we know in the right time, we will see the birth of these promises fulfilled.

“We eagerly await a Savior… the Lord Jesus Christ.”

On what it means to be feminine

The truth is, labels limit people. Labels also only work in terms of people, if the person we are labeling agrees with them.

This morning I met with a dear friend for a lovely Sunday brunch. Although I think we both would have rather been enjoying mimosas and pancakes, at this time of year in Montana, it was nice to have a hearty Irish meal at a well-known pub downtown and enjoy the warming effects that a good cup of Irish coffee afforded us.

I always enjoy every conversation I have every had with this friend. She challenges me in the best sort of ways, and more often than not, I walk away feeling refreshed and encouraged that I am not alone in where I stand. I hope she knows how much I appreciate her presence in my life.

At any rate, our conversations lately often turn to current events, and what it means to be a strong female voice in the world, and in the church. I know of many women that feel there is a struggle in feeling like they have a place in society. Especially in the church. This has been a struggle that dates back for generations, and while I know we are moving forward, it seems as though that progress has been slow. I know there are many minorities and marginalized voices that feel this way as well. I will not deny the fact that as a white female, I still have a lot more freedom, and opportunities than many other woman of other demographics. I am believing and fighting for the day that we are all equal in Christ, as he so intended it to be.

As I walked back to my car after saying our goodbyes, I got to thinking about what it means to be feminine. Perhaps the problem is how we have not only defined the word, but also in how we have applied it. To be feminine means to be of a female quality, of the female gender… so naturally that means that to be feminine means to be soft-spoken, and gentle, and sensitive, and pretty…. right?


This appears to be what our culture has taught us. I fear that we have done a lot of damage as far as the identities of individuals go. In the ways we associate these characteristics with the feminine, we have in essence said that any woman that does not fit the mold, is not really a woman, at least not the way “God intended her to be.” The other side of this effect is that we have given the impression that men who are gentle, soft-spoken, sensitive, nurturing… are not masculine, simply because they don’t fit in with the burly, loud, aggressive stereotypes.

Although we may not vocalize such ideas, they are certainly there in the underlying makeup of our society. There is a well-known quote that I’ve seen circling around the internet that says, “If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live it’s whole life believing its stupid.” To apply these stereotypes to the people around us creates a whole slew of people who begin to believe they are broken if they don’t match the definition our culture has provided.

The truth is, labels limit people. Labels also only work in terms of people, if the person we are labeling agrees with them. To quote the great novelist, Toni Morrison: “Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.” The only person who can truly know who we are, is ourselves. The only one who knows us better than we do ourselves, is God. So if God says you are a woman, or a man, or whatever… and you are not what the world says you should be. Oh well.

I know that sounds rather trite, but it is the truth. You owe no apologies to anyone for being who you know God has made you to be. Let that sink in, let it settle. You are you. For a reason. You matter. You have tremendous purpose. Even when it isn’t recognized by the rest of the world yet.

On Being a Highly Sensitive


I am a feeler. An empath. Most of my life this characteristic has been a source of many challenges, especially as I have explored living through trial and error in order to discover what it means to be a highly sensitive woman.

Throughout the course of much history, being sensitive and being a woman has been something regarded as stereotype. We have come a long ways in understanding that being a feeler in not only something that cannot solely be attributed to women, but is also a valuable gift. One that is albeit, grossly misunderstood.

It was because of the obstacles I’ve faced in that life that taught me what it means to be a highly sensitive woman and how to use this to the benefit of myself and others. My emotions, even in the shittiest moments of life, point the way to knowing how to make the most of every moment. To me, that is what it means to be a person of INFP (Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving) personality.

I feel what others feel. I feel the atmosphere of almost every room I walk into, whether or not I realize it at the time. I feel things deeply. I cry at movies that I know are not real.I love deeply and am hurt easily, and let me tell you, those two aspects of my life are not easy to reconcile. At the mention of a tragedy, my heart is broken. That means when a stranger talks to me at the grocery store (which happens often) and begins to tell me about their mother dying of cancer, I cry.

I know I am not alone in this. It may be a phenomenon in human nature that many find odd, or even taboo, but even at this point in my life many in my circle can identify. Much of this is because I have chosen to stick with the people who know what it means to be real–to be vulnerable (more of this later). Many in my life who are close to me can tell you that they have seen the reality of this. I have negative experiences where I’ve been told that I am too emotional to prove to be a good leader, and yet I have had many incredible positive experiences. Those experiences include, connecting with the most genuine and sincere people, because we see the world through the same rose colored lenses, and being able to encourage friend and stranger alike, because I am able to see life from their perspective as well.

It has taken time to realize that at least half of what I’m feeling in any given moment may or may not originate from my own heart. I am still very much so learning. The biggest thing I am learning is how to handle it when I get overwhelmed from sitting in a room full of people and begin to feel a myriad of emotions and have no idea where it’s coming from. Or what to do when I do know where it’s coming from and have no practical means of doing anything with those emotions.

The biggest asset in all this learning, comes when I remember that what I am feeling is revealed to me to make a difference in the lives of those around me. It’s freeing when I know that what I am feeling is not my burden to bear, but I can certainly help someone to shoulder theirs. I have learned that when I acknowledge what I am feeling, and where it is coming from, then I analyze the source to know what to do with those emotions. I have personally found it highly beneficial to pray and ask God about it. This has helped me to know where the root of the feelings are, and what to do about it. Sometimes, it requires action of praying for and encouraging someone else, or buying them something they may need, or simply offering them a safe place and an ear to listen.

Sometimes I am required to merely affirm these feelings and give them over to God to handle. The greatest learning curve comes in knowing that I don’t have to fix every problem I see, or in this case–feel. I have to remind myself often, that although it is easy for me to pick up on another’s emotions, I don’t have to. Not only do I not have to feel what the atmosphere is asking me to feel, I also don’t have do anything with those feelings if I don’t want to. I can simply ask God to take over and move forward.

The entire reason I am writing this as my first blog post for Half-Hearted Musings of a Highly Sensitive Woman, is because not only is it part of the title of this site, but also because I feel it is of great importance in knowing who I am as the author of this page, and why I choose to write what I do.

As with anything I share with you as my readers, I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Share your own experiences with us here on this site! Mostly I would love to hear what you guys want to know about being a feeler and any questions you have! Comment or contact me directly!

I am excited to see where this journey takes us together!

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